As if isolation's not enough
Just try to organize and rise above it
Then you'll find out what it's all about
This is not my community
This is not what I represent
Participation's breathing down my neck
There's no way I'm giving in
But still you're stuck living in ...
Ramona
Where there's nothing more than meets the eye
A peaceful lie for vat-grown teenage alcoholics
Unchallenged by adversity
Disjoint from history
And pinned down by boredom
In lowered trucks and concert shirts
It's a great place for children and pets
It's a rural cage with no need for walls
The blind youth crawl insanely towards the nets
In search of identity
They're already condemned to
Poorly planned pregnancies and vocations
But you know what
They don't want
(Welcome to Del Taco, may I take your order?)
All the politics of growing up
As if coping with it ain't enough
You try to organize and rise above it
Because you found out what it's all about (bullsh ...)
This is not my community
This is not what I represent
Participation's breathing down my neck
There's no way I'm giving in
But still you're stuck living in ...
Moraga
It won't let things change
An upper-crust fairy tale for the popular and decent kids
Ignorant of reality
Handed everything from hatred to their G.T.I.
Ganja, kegs and football games
With the cops there to keep out all minorities
A quiet fraud buried in the hills
Where schooling means exclusivity, intolerance and hypocrisy
And the sad thing is
You better get used to it
Because high school, it never ends
Welcome to the system
(You got a problem with me?)
This is not our community
This is not what we represent
Participation ain't where it's at
There's no way we're giving in
Yet still we're stuck living in
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
R.A.M.O.N.A. M.O.R.A.G.A.
(Hey, where're ya from?)Intro: Cam'ron
Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby, uh, killa heyyyyyyyyyyy
This is Gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Gayy?
Heyy
Green Bayyy?
Green Hayy?
Gayy Bayy?
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Verse 1: Cam'ron
All the girls see the (heyy) look at his kicks (heyy)
Look at his car (heyy) all I say is (heyy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa, I'm not your companion or your man standin'
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin'
With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka!!!)
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She want the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin' out (heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy)
Now she playin' with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick one up
They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Verse 2: Juelz Santana
Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy) I'm tellin' ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin' (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin' he need his (Boy)
He screamin' (Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin' (Oh Boy)
This nigga's bitchin' (Boy) he's twistin' (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin' (Boy) damn, whoa, damn....
I'm in trouble need bail money, shit
Where the fuck is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck with my (Boy) that's my nigga (Oh Boy)
He 'gon come get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Verse 3: Cam'ron
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin' (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come......squalin'!!!!
Yeah this is for the sports cars, Benitas, Jimmy's
PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar